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(I tell this story because a few people have asked and rather than telling just a few people about it, I decided to simply write it all down for others to see it simply so I don’t have to repeat myself.)
I keep myself convinced that I will one day have a good time on mushrooms while at a metal show - it just hasn’t happened yet. I stress the yet, thinking that one good time will make up for countless (actually 4 total) times that actually weren’t that great. It has nothing to do with the fact that I am high on mushrooms, it’s just that I seem to have oh so coincidentally bad luck when I am high on mushrooms at metal shows. All events that go on are not within my power to alter until it is too late and blood will be spilled. Other than that I’m still pressuring myself to have high hopes for a good time one of these days (I’ll make it a new years resolution or something…)
So the story of this starts with me taking mushrooms before going to the Cannibal Corpse/Hatebreed show. Actually it probably starts with my agreeing to go to a Hatebreed show. I’m not by any stretch a fan of Hatebreed and their brand of one-note metalcore with a fanbase that is filled with meatheaded pseudo-jocks who’d rather fight invincible ninjas than listen to music with actual riffs, melodies, soul etc. This isn’t how I feel about “metalcore” as a whole, there is some good metalcore out there, I’m just not big on the BREAKDOWNS! I kind of hate them. Especially since everyone I hear is the same! Anyway I’m getting a bit tangential here, my point is that I am predisposed in my hatred against metalcore-meatheads.
So essentially I got in a fight.
Really, it was a scuffle that happened in between a period of 95 seconds (or less) that involved a lot of lucky hits. Being on mushrooms, my sense of time left me and around some point in the evening (I don’t know when) I saw a man of about 6’3” (or something) in a Hatebreed shirt punch out a woman that was no where near 6 feet. Like, straight up punch her. I’ve been taking mushrooms long enough to know the difference between what is real and a hallucination and this was real. This was near the mosh pit but was in no way part of any mosh pit antics. He full on punched this woman. This is what started it.
I have a problem with things such as guys hitting women - there is no blaming “rage issues” or “lost temper”, you do not strike a woman - so instead of questioning him about it I kneed him in the gut then in the rib cage. I was unaware that the guy had spike bracelets on (rather sharp ones) and somewhere in the space of 20 seconds slammed them into my head a few times and managed to snag a good cut on my forehead (which “bleeds like a stuck pig” as my Mother would so awesomely put it).
I was unaware of the blood as I thought it was just sweat in my eyes but I nonetheless landed a couple of punches to his nose and subsequently broke it. Blood rushed from his nose surprisingly quickly with a good amount getting on me. It was at this point that a few people interjected, or simply got in the way, and I decided to leave because “I had enough of this shit.” Again, this entire thing occupied less than a minute and a half of time.
I didn’t know about the blood until I got to the bus to go home. I’m surprised that no one said a thing. I did notice that I was getting a lot of strange looks but I amused a byproduct of my paranoia from the drug use. The bus driver was the only one to actually ask “Are you going to be ok?” It was then that I looked into the buses side view mirror and noticed the blood on my face.
When I got home I took a picture because I more or less couldn’t believe it and needed photo evidence to prove it. I then cleaned my face of all the dried blood and cleaned the cut. The only thing I am somewhat concerned about is the amount of the other guy’s blood that I got on myself. I got myself tested the morning after, however I am in no way worried about the outcome. The gentleman in question whose blood I got on myself did not strike me as someone who gets the chance to have copious amounts of unprotected sex.
And that is literally all there is in my fine-mush-detailed memory. I got in a fight and the damage looks a lot worse than it actually is. Despite my history of drug use I do try to eat right and manage to obtain all my required vitamins so I’ll heal up fine. I always do.
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Praise the Lord - Rotten Sound (Cycles. Spinefarm Records, 2008)
Alternate Ending for [REC]
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]Phantom Limb - Pig Destroyer (Phantom Limb. Relapse Records, 2007)
ATTENTION: ALL ‘CORE BANDS!
0:44 - 1:25 That is how you do a FUCKING breakdown.
That is all.
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Disgorge, Mexico - Movie Trailer.
I am really excited for this: a film based on Fuck the Facts’ 2008 album Disgorge Mexico, which I LOVED.
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]Hopeless (Song 2) - Persistence of Time (Demo/Ep. Self-Released/Dillinger’s Run, 2009)
Two months ago I recorded a few songs for the East Vancouver hardcore band, Persistence of Time, and just finished mixing them about a week ago. This song here isn’t actually called Hopeless as Isaiah hasn’t given it a title yet. I found it surprisingly depressing to be constantly working on songs that were untitled so I gave them names - Hopeless being the title I gave to Song 2, my favourite track of the bunch. Check out their Myspace to listen to some of the other songs I produced for them.
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Lesson learned: Cannibal Corpse, shrooms and chivalry - though all great separate - do not mix well.
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]Shatter Their Bones - Cannibal Corpse (Evisceration Plague. Metal Blade Records, 2009)
I am seeing these guys for the third time (within a year’s time) tonight.
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Extreme Metal Hunks: Travis Ryan (Cattle Decapitation, 5/5/2000, UUM, Anal Flatulence, Strangulation)
Hot Because: This here is a hunk with heart filled with gooey sympathy for the Earth. An animal lover and vegetarian, Travis - along with his main band, Cattle Decapitation - write and perform songs entailing themes about pro-animal and environmental issues…and the um *cough* total destruction of the human race. This isn’t some hippy who would get his ass handed to him by a fucking squirrel in a fight. This hunk still loves all the killing and murderous gore that comes with the genre of grindgore. But his pro-animal/gore-fetishism isn’t what makes this man a hunk, it’s his showmanship.
There are too few schools of the death/grind frontman: the basics including your guitarist/singers (e.g. Chuck Schuldiner, Muhammed Suicemz) and your stationary monolith/badass (e.g. George Corpsegrinder Fisher, Kevin Sharpe, Frank Mullen). Travis is part of a rare breed of extreme metal frontman of the fast moving wild man with the energy of crack baby with ADHD. What I’m saying is the man knows how to put on a show: he holds the audience’s attention hostage, toys with it, and leaves it battered, begging for more.
Plus he has pretty blue eyes that one can get lost in like a mighty maelstrom (and then you drown and your corpse is washed up on the shore three days later…)
Ideal Date: The two of you meet late (emphasis on the LATE) at out near the 7-11 that is conveniently close to the medical testing facility. As par your agreement, you both are wearing black along with gloves and full face masks. He hands you a crowbar and leads you towards the medical testing facility stepping lightly with the swiftness of a cheetah stalking its sluggish prey. After about four paragraphs of high stakes stealth maneuvers that rival the greatest scenes of a high budget 90’s spy film, the two of you break into the facility and enter the main testing room. The sights are unbearable: monkeys, being kept prisoner and forced into scientific experimentation are scattered around in cages. Travis stands still, his voice silent. His breath hesitant. A single tear rolls down his cheek.
“We must free them,” he says. As he makes for the nearest cage, a scientist (you assume due to the lab coat and regular lack of physical build) walks into the room holding a cup of coffee. He drops his coffee in shock and screams, “DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU”RE DOING?”
Both Travis and you stare with contempt at the so-called scientist, “THESE CHIMPS ARE INFECTED! IF THEY ARE RELEASED THEY WILL DESTROY ALL HUMANKIND WITHIN A MANNER OF DAYS BY SPREADING A VIRUS THAT TURNS ITS VICTIMS INTO HYPERACTIVE CANNIBAL RAPISTS!”
Travis pauses, his crowbar raised in the air about to strike the cage’s lock, “Cool.” Travis smashes each and every lock while the monkeys flood the halls of the facility, brutally killing and sodomizing the facilities faculty in a sadistic gore filled haze of ultraviolence that would make the Marquis de Sade blush.
The two of you then go for a quaint diner at a local vegan diner while the streets run red with the bodies of crazed murderous rapists.
Deal Breaker: I don’t know, this guys seems like the complete package: cute, compassionate, has a sense of humor and is part of an awesome band. However his greatest selling point could be his biggest down fall for some: the whole don’t-eat-meat deal. It’s not clear on whether or not he is a Nazi with his vegetarianism but if you’re anything like me then you’d rather die than give up on steaks and chops.
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]The Ripe Beneath The Rind - Cattle Decapitation (The Harvest Floor. Metal Blade Records, 2009)
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